Again

by J.L. Seegars

“You make the end of our marriage sound so simple, so easy, like letting you go didn’t kill me. Like not knowing why I had to figure out how to live life without you hasn’t made every fucking day unbearable.”

Right now our relationship is like a fractured bone that healed incorrectly. All jagged lines and misaligned pieces that are fused together by passion and history but don’t quite fit right. If we have any hope of having anything besides these few days together, I’ll have to break us again. I’ll have to drag her through the end of us, make her relive the moment she lost all faith and trust in me so she can know the whole truth of it, and I know it’s going to fucking hurt.

used to think she was a blessing—a gift from God to an undeserving man—but I was wrong. She isn’t a blessing, some small thing held up to prove the existence of a higher power and keep you beholden to it. She is the reason blessings exist. They are born in her eyes and fueled by the blood in her veins. They are forged in her name and written by her hand. She is my religion. Her body is my place of worship, and I will spend the rest of my life at her altar.

You’re a warrior, Mina. And I’m sorry I was too busy trying to save you from the hardships of battle to appreciate how determined you were to win the war.”

hate boats. I always feel nauseous when I’m on them.” “What?! Rob couldn’t have known that, he would have never done the ceremony on a boat if he had. I’m sorry….”

How does her sister not know she hates boats